ivor .e hogg - Dreamwalking

I hear the thunder of the surf.
In the distance sea birds cry.
The tremors vibrate through the earth,
I walk on beneath the sky.
As yet I cannot see the sea.
It is waiting patiently.

My feet tread on the springy turf
but there is no urgency.
What is a day of freedom worth?
If you must watch constantly
the passing hours giving birth.
Time does not exist for me.

I reach the edge and have to stop,
lacking wings I cannot fly.
But I can see from this cliff top.
The ocean merges with the sea
That’s where dreams can develop,
a surreal fantasy.

21-Aug-06

ivor .e hogg

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